Chaos-Mage

Birthdays come and go like the morning dew. Twenty-one feels like any other year, you know. And then December has drifted into life with a small shaving of snow and only silence and chill to follow. Stories drift from my lips and linger upon my keyboard but will lay unfinished or unwritten till my death.

When was the last time I wrote here, the last time I indulged in drawing something worth posting? Sharing things that have so little personal meaning to me anymore. Ages ago. Half a year ago. When I wasn't so consumed in my own blood, flesh, and shit to remember that there's a world out there where it doesn't matter if I'm a girl or a boy, I'm just a face in the crowd and we all die in the end. So, baby, what's the worth of one more artist on this ungodly world? Sounds droll, doesn't it? But that's just the person I am. I'm not what I used to be. I grew up in this day and age where IT pisses and shits on us and lets us live in this Hell. Som

Ever wondered if I disappeared off the face of the earth? If I finally picked up a gun and blew out my brains, left an undeniable beautiful piece of work behind... Well, sadly I still exist in this world. Still drawing, still trying to spend each day absorbed in some empty pocket in time. Lost between the living, the dead, the empty. A puppet. I've gone off to Job Corps for those who don't know. I long to return home and sleep, sleep and play video games and do all the things I wish I could do.